Poles carry chasis further north onwards and upwards does the path take you. Peaks flicker as the sounds of birds fill your peaks as they circle above, maybe in salute to yourself. You feel your bodice raising from the ground as fores strike forth thrashing lithosphere before you, your own salute to their grace and kinship. For do they not see everything? Bodice lands over terra, peaks flicker once more, where the path stops. You are on your own to seek the perfect land which you desire for the moment anyways. Before seaons, disasters and your own wandering lust take you to another land.
Chilled Peaks
Eagle Summit
Illusion Range
Devil's Peak
Return to the Shadows
